I asked him if he wanted to go to my place, he said i could go but he was gonna stay
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
i am positive it's ok to drink. it's just pieces of the plastic knife i forgot was in the blender.
You insisted on take shots off of plates.
We both paused during sex to do the clap during the Friends theme song. Soulmates.
I actually kinda like her but everyone else hates her, so consider it a third party grudgefuck.
He cheated on me in real life. I can cheat at words with friends.
You know what i just remembered? I asked the 8 ball if i was gonna get kicked out this semester before any of this stuff happened and it said yes. ITS REAL.
You kept saying you we're gonna puke and wanted to steal my pants
That does not explain the remnants of a small fire in my bathtub.
If I have to go to the hospital, at least put my pants back on. It's been a fantastic night.
I spent the entire night stroking his hair. He was cool with it. Never thought a ginger stoner would help me work through my social anxiety but here we are.
Had a dream I went to Disney to visit you and then I got really drunk and puked all over these little kids in line
Also, you think turning 23 is bad, I just ran into the guy that gave my chlymidia
we had sex in his office so i figured it was appropriate to like his company's page on facebook
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